Nick Kler Poems
- I Feel So Vacant Now! I feel so vacant inside Sleep ...
- Love And Regrets It takes just a few glances And you know ...
- Perhaps! If we ever meet again; maybe Up on those ...
- Yesterday's Tomorrow I might not ever see tomorrow As there ...
- A Lavender Orchid Flower Some flowers reminds me of my ...
- Serpents Of Fiery Moment Every hour of everyday Serpents of...
- Hearts That I Stayed In For De... Those hearts that I ...
Nick Kler is a poet. SCSU, MN Alum 92, Married with one daughter born in Aug,98 in Los Angeles, CA. Comes from a completely dysfunctional family, having one brother and one sister, where his father was violent towards the whole family, especially his mother. He comes from northern part of India. At the age of 18, he managed to leave India and went for the US in the early part of 1987. After his studies, he fell in love with a Danish girl and went on to marry her in 1991. He temporarily went back to India to help his brother solve property issue with their father. In 1994, he spent some time in Indian jails after his father lodged a false complaint of threat to kill. That was dismissed after ... more »
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''It cut's me deep every time1
When a thought crosses my mind
That I'm away from you
But, when I really think about it
Who am I to you.............''
''I hang myself from the blankets3
Up side down all night long,
Begging for sleep to come
FOOL never shows up!
Not even to say 'NO'''
You are my dream4
I always dreamt of
I am your one and only
That fills up your heart
How can you ever say? ...
You don't know me!
Baby, you're the only ...
''Things without purpose or meaning2
Entertains me these days
Oh, what a blame game
Knowing, I cannot share''
''I keep on dreaming1
You are here with me
And you never go
If I stop breathing
I don't see you anymore''
Comments about Nick Kler
I Feel So Vacant Now!
I feel so vacant inside
Sleep deprived and abundantly alone
As I wander within this house
So hollow and demised
Your things are scattered all around
Upon these huge basement racks
Your yellow rubber duck
Your smiling sippy cup
Clothes that once filled with your life
Are packed into these boxes so white
They are screaming from within
Begging for you to return
A box filled with your games
You once screamed and cried for insane
Now scattered upon these dusty floors
No one to play or throw them around
I walk from room ...